Bad Girl Rehab

Yasmine De Leon stands tall and lean, all legs and that killer smile, but she knows she's trouble. Says she runs her mouth and wants someone to shut it with sex. We take her at her word. She's strapped backwards over the curved barrel, spine arched hard, legs spread wide. Metal clamps her wrists and ankles flat so she can't twitch an inch. Her pussy sits front and center, tits thrust up and bare. We start on those nipples, snapping a crop across the stiff peaks until they glow. Then we drag the Hitachi between her folds and yank it away, trading it for sharp lashes from the flogger, never letting her settle into one sensation. Next come the zippers: tight rows of clothespins run from each breast down to her hip bones. We lower the fucking machine into place, thick dildo aimed straight at her cunt, but we leave it off. One hard tug and every pin rips free in a bright line of fire. Her scream cuts the air. That's when we hit the switch. The piston slams home, deep and merciless, while she jerks against the steel with nothing left to give.